a memoir of etchings and wanderings
The weekend before last I was in Dubai and met friend/classmate/bench-partner Yukti after almost a decade. And of course, we talked about school. I don’t remember having spoken about it in forever. There was never an opportunity to. Except when people asked – and the whole cycle of laughing at a school named ‘The Indian School Al Wadi Al Kabir’ began. I don’t blame them 🙂 I consider myself one … Continue reading “I.S.W.K.” →
This one took an unnatural amount of thinking. I cannot explain why. And even now, I’m not sure if what I’m about to write about is actually something that I will never forget – but its the closest it will get. Picture a Bengali wedding, or just any Indian wedding. Loads of relatives. Total chaos. I love weddings. Even more when its in the family, and I can be completely … Continue reading “Day 25# Blessings. Something I was told, I might never forget” →